Bad Boy Dom by Holly Roberts Page B

unpleasant. Still, I couldn’t place the
unique scent of the substance.
    I finally stopped thinking all together
and let his callused fingertips have their way. His whistling traveled along my
senses and then he hummed. The sound thrilled over my sensitized skin; every
sound coming from his delectable vocal chords turned me on. It was like a
drug-induced euphoria captured my brain cells and pushed them hard into my
pussy. How one man could hold such a timbre of melody when he spoke, whistled,
or hummed far exceeded my understanding. I could come just from the sound of
his voice.
    After his hands had spread the slippery
smoothness over every inch of my body, he told me to keep my eyes closed as he
removed the blindfold. I stood perfectly still as his fingers delicately
smoothed over my forehead, my chin, the planes and angles of my cheekbones and
nose.
    “Open your eyes,” he commanded.
    The horrifying sight that met my eyes
brought me to the edge of hysterical laughter until I saw his face. The lust in
his eyes was undeniable, as was his pride in his unique, puke-green, atrocious
design. I was a statue of mud, but still his work of art. I might be standing
there, dirty and ugly, dripping with slime, but his eyes and voice, oh his
voice, made me… feel clean .
    With his words, my heart melted.
    Making love while covered in goo was
incredibly erotic, as our bodies slipped and slithered over each other. But too
quickly, the mud began to dry. As it dried, it tightened and made my skin itch,
and patches of the dried green mud started to flake off into dust. I needed the
shower quickly. Without thinking, I pulled away and tried to stand.
    “Where do you think you’re going?”
    “I’m hoping Sir will let me wash his
back.”
    “Oh, Little Bird.” The rebuke in his
voice unnerved me but I loved hearing the unique name Mistress gave me spilling
from his lips. I managed to hold back a soft grin.
    “There you go again, topping from the
bottom. You’ve already had one orgasm but maybe your slightly damp behind needs
a warm-up.”
    My eyes dropped but the buzz of his
words quickened my heartbeat. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
    “No, you’re not. Go to my bag and choose
a paddle. Be careful and don’t track mud across the floor.”
    The bottoms of my feet remained mud-free
but I couldn’t help the smears my hands left on the bag, or the paddle. I
carried my punishing implement back, not quite hiding my excitement.
    “You don’t fool me. Maybe I can take a
bit of enthusiasm from your demeanor. We’ll see if you can stay on your hands
and knees throughout your punishment like a good submissive.”
    I handed the paddle over and then took
my position as directed. The plastic was slippery, not even close to being dry
like some parts of my now-itchy body.
    “We’ll try ten and see where you are.
Count for me.”
    He was not as hard on my ass as
Mistress, but the smack was louder because of the wet mud. With each strike,
the sting became a little more intense. He was learning. My breathing
accelerated when the tenth strike landed. My hands and knees slipped causing me
to tighten my muscles and concentrate on staying upright.
    “Look at yourself.”
    He pulled my hair back and forced me to
look in the mirror. He was standing over my calves, his pelvis above my ass.
    “I love your red ass, but I want you to
lie on your stomach and then roll over.”
    It was easy to release my knees, slide
flat, and then roll between his legs. I looked up at the luscious mud-covered
Adonis towering over me.
    “I’m imprinting this snapshot of you on
my brain.” The sexiness of his words accelerated my breathing even more.
    “You’re weird, Sir.” His weirdness made
me feel wicked, dirty, and sensuous, all at the same time. I could only imagine
how strange the flash of my white teeth must look surrounded by this avocado
green mud.
    “I know, but you’ve made every girl
mud-wrestling fantasy I’ve ever had come true.” His eyes